Well this word can be split into be loved and to be loved is what everyone is striving for. Love is the fuel of life. To be loved is a great achievement.
my beloved, i am going crazy because you are gone
can one be happy without your beloved one
NOT
please hurry home soon and do not tarry along the way
i love you
i don’t know. beloved always seems to belong to a female. it isn’t necessary though. smitten. besotted . moved apart. wires of connection still loom large. i don’t know.
They said that’s what my name meant. Today it doesn’t matter, and I stare out the window knowing this, my legs stretched out on the dashboard, not caring. I let the sun warm me, and I know a year ago I wouldn’t be doing any of this.
The world goes by just beside me. It did all that time ago, it still does today. But this day is different: Whether I’m bitter, or beloved, I’m seen as what I think I am. So I’ll love myself, not compare myself, and let myself be loved, and better things may come my way.
Beloved is a sad word filled with sorrow, lies and hate. I hve not felt loved, nor have I seen it. Even my parents divorced before i could see how much they cared about each other. The word beloved is a lie, like cake.
beloved is such a beloved word. the people in my life are very beloved to me. disney princesses are very beloved. animals, such as cats, are such beloved creatures because of how stealthy yet loving they are. i can’t explain anymore, oh except that i am very very in love with a guy i know
one so beloved is one who is close to your heart.. one who you can trust blindly.. Beloved reminds me of a song, that is fast paced and full of beats… contrasting what the word means.. honestly, its true.. your beloved is always once who gets ur heart racing..
My Beloved, how I adore you so. You are wondrous, beautiful, and mysterious. If I only knew your identity, these matters might be easier. How I dream of you, my dearly beloved.
Ahhh. My grandmother. Her belly was like a pillow and her lipstick always hibiscus. Her geraniums were huge and her white gravy sooo thick on chicken fried steak. Perfect. Perfect. I wish she could’ve lived forever.
Ah, what a wonderful world. To feel beloved is one of the most amazing feelings in this world. When someone looks at you with incredible unconditional love and you know for certain that you are loved beyond measure — you are beloved. I even love the way it sounds — beloved! Hooray! My husband is my beloved.
Husbands and wifes make a dedication to each other when they get married and they must present themselves as being beloved or well thats what the priest says anyways. I think of love and two people who cant live without each other which concludes to the reason that they are getting married. OMG This was a lot harder than i thought.
they spoke of the beloved sons
outlined in
the funeral speech
they
off at battle
shed blood
tears
cracking gunshots
wounded men
lie
dying with honor
beloved soldiers beloved sons
fall
perishing
beloved none the less
down to the final word
the final tear of the beloved family
of the beloved sons
She was beloved, set on a pedestal. Birds danced over her head as she strolled though the garden. She stooped down to inspect a rosebud. As she did, a sudden realization hit her: she was being watched.
i only really think of my days at Catholic school because we always talked about our “beloved Mary”. Fuck. I really couldn’t care less for that school. Did me good in the long run I guess but really…all the uniforms, church every wednesday, school dances where we couldn’t dance. good grief.
Beloved is how we consider our closest friends, our favorite relative, or the teacher who changed our lives. A pet, a toy, a childhood memory, they can all be beloved so long as they have influenced our lives or remain prominent in our thoughts and actions.
It was with my beloved that I felt most at home. No where else could I just be. No need to think, to talk, to race from one idiotic, time-consuming, unnecessary activity to the next. No need to fill the silence and spaces with more and more fluttering distractive activity. I could just be there, enjoying the presence of my beloved. My beloved enjoying the presence of me. it was then and only then that my problems could be entirely forgotten, if only for a few minutes, seconds. Just sitting next to my beloved, loved.
What is it?
I don’t love you.
This is a pain, only open. It is fire and touching and quiet.
I will miss the kisses and the alcohol and chocolate.
Except not at all.
i’m at a wedding and i just heard the priest beginnning the ceremony with dearly beloved. white is an interesting colour as it is infact all colours reflected as one. 5 letters in the word white btw. my sisters wedding is soon in england i’m wearing blue
I don’t want to love him, he thought blissfully as he snapped the kickstand back and glided home. He had things to tell his mother and needed to buy chocolates from the market before the closed. So I won’t.
My beloved, I adore you so. You are wondrous, beautiful and mysterious. If I only knew who you were, this matter of things would be so much easier to take. Oh how I dream of you, my dearly beloved.
my beloved, my beloved. I loved you, long ago. but things have changed, both you and I, what happened years ago? my beloved, my beloved, Oh how I once loved you so.
beloved is a beautiful word. structurally i mean. it is also a biblical word. i think. it is a poetic word. i do not really hear common people use it. it is also the name of a powerful novel by toni morrison. love it. i do. i do not have one. not yet. ah! i wish.
Mother always said that everything in this world must be loved. Biotic or abiotic. Everything deserves love. Especially when there is a lot of negativity. My mother’s old car was already in a harsh shape. It would turn off every now and then. Instead of yelling out curse words in spanish. She would just talk to the car as if it were human. A kindness I do not normally see out in the real world. She always called that Black Nissan her beloved car because it was the transportation that took her from point A to point B. Nothing special, but very significant.
when you finish him off, he sleeps deeply, exhausted, something you’re grateful for. almost guiltily grateful, because he’s still not okay with this, with you, with this thing that can’t be called benefits if he hates himself for it afterwards. when he’s dead to the world, body sated into a sweet slumber, he can’t feel guilty about this. but neither can he feel your hand stroking the hair away from his face; he can’t feel the tender kisses you mouth along his skin, still slightly sweaty from exertion. so fucking beloved, this guy, and he still doesn’t get how deeply this consumes you.
She loved her. Her beloved. Her best friend. The person she woke up with in the morning, and went on afternoon strolls with. Her platonic soul mate. Yes, her beloved was her dog. The one that kept her smiling each day after work. They loved eachother.
Beloved, be loved. Be loved by him, be loved by her, be loved by your beloved. But be wary that your beloved doesn’t turn into a wasloved or some other silly memory of the sort
the one who is the closest to your heart, sacred and who knows you better than anyone else. The one who keeps your secrets and treasures them. Soul and slowers and wine and chocolate.
David = a man after my own heart.
God tells me often in our time together that I am His beloved, that He’ll never stop loving me no matter how much time I spend with Him. I always feel bad because I don’t spend enough time reading His word or talking to Him.
Beloved = loving without deserving.
Like grace. You don’t deserve it, but you get it anyway.
That’s God’s love: agape.
His beloved stood before him in all her glory. Her heart, she had bared to him mere moments before was on the threshold of being broken apart, and she hadn’t a clue. He. He was to be her reluctant tormentor, yet he had to come clean.
Beloved. Oh so many things come to mind. Like the meaning of a lover’s kiss. The gentle whisper into a newborn baby’s ear. The flowers swaying in the late afternoon sun bathed in a glow of honey yellow. While sitting in the arms of the one you love, your family surrounding you as you laugh showing the pearly-whites of your teeth in the reflection of his beautiful sea-green eyes.
i dont really know what thiss word means, but beloved feels right to me right now. I know i’m young and shouldn’t know what love is, but i know whaty its like to be heartbroken. Maybe i’ve been loved, not just said “i love you” to me,as to be thrown around for me to not be upset with you.
beloved is better than behated. But thats to simpel, i think beloved is overated. Who wants to beloved all the time. The most important thing is to be meloved. Love yourself is the only thing that counts.
Every time I see my boyfriend, when I look into his blue and beautiful eyes I feel beloved. It’s what life makes it worth living! he teaches me new things and makes me feel alive! beloved…I am and he is because of me!
Oh my dearest, my beloved, I am beyond the joy I have dreamed of. How is it I am so blessed to have found you? How is it that a lifetime can pass seemingly joyless and then … some how, somewhere, a blossom of divine grace arrives unannounced?
Well this word can be split into be loved and to be loved is what everyone is striving for. Love is the fuel of life. To be loved is a great achievement.
my beloved, i am going crazy because you are gone
can one be happy without your beloved one
NOT
please hurry home soon and do not tarry along the way
i love you
i don’t know. beloved always seems to belong to a female. it isn’t necessary though. smitten. besotted . moved apart. wires of connection still loom large. i don’t know.
They said that’s what my name meant. Today it doesn’t matter, and I stare out the window knowing this, my legs stretched out on the dashboard, not caring. I let the sun warm me, and I know a year ago I wouldn’t be doing any of this.
The world goes by just beside me. It did all that time ago, it still does today. But this day is different: Whether I’m bitter, or beloved, I’m seen as what I think I am. So I’ll love myself, not compare myself, and let myself be loved, and better things may come my way.
Beloved is a sad word filled with sorrow, lies and hate. I hve not felt loved, nor have I seen it. Even my parents divorced before i could see how much they cared about each other. The word beloved is a lie, like cake.
Look at those beloved sweet potatoes, now just the beginning tendril root, already leaning towards my mouth.
Love,
Jeff
beloved is such a beloved word. the people in my life are very beloved to me. disney princesses are very beloved. animals, such as cats, are such beloved creatures because of how stealthy yet loving they are. i can’t explain anymore, oh except that i am very very in love with a guy i know
one so beloved is one who is close to your heart.. one who you can trust blindly.. Beloved reminds me of a song, that is fast paced and full of beats… contrasting what the word means.. honestly, its true.. your beloved is always once who gets ur heart racing..
My Beloved, how I adore you so. You are wondrous, beautiful, and mysterious. If I only knew your identity, these matters might be easier. How I dream of you, my dearly beloved.
Is something/someone that you really love. The person that you have fell in love with.
And within the lies of life,my beloved,i died.
so what happened when i left?
Could you never see?
Why did you take it all away?
The truth that we believe,my beloved,it died.
beloved dearly,dearly beloved
once was here now is gone
to be loved
to have loved
dearly beloved, beloved dearly
children’s books
Ahhh. My grandmother. Her belly was like a pillow and her lipstick always hibiscus. Her geraniums were huge and her white gravy sooo thick on chicken fried steak. Perfect. Perfect. I wish she could’ve lived forever.
Ah, what a wonderful world. To feel beloved is one of the most amazing feelings in this world. When someone looks at you with incredible unconditional love and you know for certain that you are loved beyond measure — you are beloved. I even love the way it sounds — beloved! Hooray! My husband is my beloved.
Husbands and wifes make a dedication to each other when they get married and they must present themselves as being beloved or well thats what the priest says anyways. I think of love and two people who cant live without each other which concludes to the reason that they are getting married. OMG This was a lot harder than i thought.
they spoke of the beloved sons
outlined in
the funeral speech
they
off at battle
shed blood
tears
cracking gunshots
wounded men
lie
dying with honor
beloved soldiers beloved sons
fall
perishing
beloved none the less
down to the final word
the final tear of the beloved family
of the beloved sons
She was beloved, set on a pedestal. Birds danced over her head as she strolled though the garden. She stooped down to inspect a rosebud. As she did, a sudden realization hit her: she was being watched.
i only really think of my days at Catholic school because we always talked about our “beloved Mary”. Fuck. I really couldn’t care less for that school. Did me good in the long run I guess but really…all the uniforms, church every wednesday, school dances where we couldn’t dance. good grief.
Beloved is how we consider our closest friends, our favorite relative, or the teacher who changed our lives. A pet, a toy, a childhood memory, they can all be beloved so long as they have influenced our lives or remain prominent in our thoughts and actions.
It was with my beloved that I felt most at home. No where else could I just be. No need to think, to talk, to race from one idiotic, time-consuming, unnecessary activity to the next. No need to fill the silence and spaces with more and more fluttering distractive activity. I could just be there, enjoying the presence of my beloved. My beloved enjoying the presence of me. it was then and only then that my problems could be entirely forgotten, if only for a few minutes, seconds. Just sitting next to my beloved, loved.
What is it?
I don’t love you.
This is a pain, only open. It is fire and touching and quiet.
I will miss the kisses and the alcohol and chocolate.
Except not at all.
i’m at a wedding and i just heard the priest beginnning the ceremony with dearly beloved. white is an interesting colour as it is infact all colours reflected as one. 5 letters in the word white btw. my sisters wedding is soon in england i’m wearing blue
I don’t want to love him, he thought blissfully as he snapped the kickstand back and glided home. He had things to tell his mother and needed to buy chocolates from the market before the closed. So I won’t.
My beloved, I adore you so. You are wondrous, beautiful and mysterious. If I only knew who you were, this matter of things would be so much easier to take. Oh how I dream of you, my dearly beloved.
my beloved, my beloved. I loved you, long ago. but things have changed, both you and I, what happened years ago? my beloved, my beloved, Oh how I once loved you so.
beloved is a beautiful word. structurally i mean. it is also a biblical word. i think. it is a poetic word. i do not really hear common people use it. it is also the name of a powerful novel by toni morrison. love it. i do. i do not have one. not yet. ah! i wish.
Mother always said that everything in this world must be loved. Biotic or abiotic. Everything deserves love. Especially when there is a lot of negativity. My mother’s old car was already in a harsh shape. It would turn off every now and then. Instead of yelling out curse words in spanish. She would just talk to the car as if it were human. A kindness I do not normally see out in the real world. She always called that Black Nissan her beloved car because it was the transportation that took her from point A to point B. Nothing special, but very significant.
when you finish him off, he sleeps deeply, exhausted, something you’re grateful for. almost guiltily grateful, because he’s still not okay with this, with you, with this thing that can’t be called benefits if he hates himself for it afterwards. when he’s dead to the world, body sated into a sweet slumber, he can’t feel guilty about this. but neither can he feel your hand stroking the hair away from his face; he can’t feel the tender kisses you mouth along his skin, still slightly sweaty from exertion. so fucking beloved, this guy, and he still doesn’t get how deeply this consumes you.
She loved her. Her beloved. Her best friend. The person she woke up with in the morning, and went on afternoon strolls with. Her platonic soul mate. Yes, her beloved was her dog. The one that kept her smiling each day after work. They loved eachother.
Beloved, be loved. Be loved by him, be loved by her, be loved by your beloved. But be wary that your beloved doesn’t turn into a wasloved or some other silly memory of the sort
the one who is the closest to your heart, sacred and who knows you better than anyone else. The one who keeps your secrets and treasures them. Soul and slowers and wine and chocolate.
David = a man after my own heart.
God tells me often in our time together that I am His beloved, that He’ll never stop loving me no matter how much time I spend with Him. I always feel bad because I don’t spend enough time reading His word or talking to Him.
Beloved = loving without deserving.
Like grace. You don’t deserve it, but you get it anyway.
That’s God’s love: agape.
His beloved stood before him in all her glory. Her heart, she had bared to him mere moments before was on the threshold of being broken apart, and she hadn’t a clue. He. He was to be her reluctant tormentor, yet he had to come clean.
Beloved. Oh so many things come to mind. Like the meaning of a lover’s kiss. The gentle whisper into a newborn baby’s ear. The flowers swaying in the late afternoon sun bathed in a glow of honey yellow. While sitting in the arms of the one you love, your family surrounding you as you laugh showing the pearly-whites of your teeth in the reflection of his beautiful sea-green eyes.
i dont really know what thiss word means, but beloved feels right to me right now. I know i’m young and shouldn’t know what love is, but i know whaty its like to be heartbroken. Maybe i’ve been loved, not just said “i love you” to me,as to be thrown around for me to not be upset with you.
beloved is better than behated. But thats to simpel, i think beloved is overated. Who wants to beloved all the time. The most important thing is to be meloved. Love yourself is the only thing that counts.
Every time I see my boyfriend, when I look into his blue and beautiful eyes I feel beloved. It’s what life makes it worth living! he teaches me new things and makes me feel alive! beloved…I am and he is because of me!
Oh my dearest, my beloved, I am beyond the joy I have dreamed of. How is it I am so blessed to have found you? How is it that a lifetime can pass seemingly joyless and then … some how, somewhere, a blossom of divine grace arrives unannounced?
To feel that you are the most special person in your life is to be truly beloved.
that significant other wich you love can be say that he/she is a beloved person. beloved by you.